Other Heights In Other Lives, God Willing.

I Want To Know A Butcher Paints, A Baker Rhymes For His Pursuit, Candlestick-maker Much Acquaints His Soul With Song, Or, Haply Mute, Blows Out His Brains Upon The Flute.

How Good Is Man's Life, The Mere Living! How Fit To Employ All The Heart And The Soul And The Senses Forever In Joy!

That Great Brow And The Spirit-small Hand Propping It.

Twere Too Absurd To Slight For The Hereafter The Todays Delight!

Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips